Sudden by a hologram

This morning, Cheng Beimo actually finished last night's work very early, and when he was about to go back, two birds scratched his hair.

Huzuo and Huyou's two Xuanfengs would find a place to stay. When they came to look for birds, the two Xuanfengs squatted on the head of the city lord with their blushes and innocent faces. Two birds bullied.

However, Cheng Beimo's extremely icy expression told Huzuo and Huyou that they didn't know whether to feel sorry for the city lord or themselves who missed the bird.

Ping Qi, who was coming to deliver things, put away a stack of documents, curious, "City Master, these two Xuanfengs really like you." Then he thought for a while, "No wonder, these are the two that Mr. Pei Jiuji raised before, right? .”

"Yes." Cheng Beimo held the two parrots and returned them to Hu Zuo You You, "Take care of them well."

Although Huzuo and Huyou took back the parrot, the pressure was even greater. This is the parrot given by Lord Jiujiu. From now on, even if they recover from illness, the city lord will beat them both, and he will.

"What are you looking at?" Pingqi noticed that Cheng Beimo's table had suddenly grown roses, "You didn't seem to like growing flowers before."

Cheng Beimo withdrew his gaze, "It's nothing." The memory in the immortal flower, why did he do that procedure back then?

Ping Qi put the documents on the table, "You said some time ago that you wanted to collect public opinion, so you received so many letters."

Cheng Beimo looked at the stack of letters on the table, and suddenly regretted that it was too late to go back after reading all these, "Guo Zuo You You, you go back and tell him, I will go back later today."

"Yes." "City Lord."

Originally, I just wanted to know where there were deficiencies in Lost City, and wanted to improve it so that Pei Jiuji could feel more at ease when he came to live here, but he didn't expect that they were so dissatisfied with him?

In fact, it is not. A large part of the return letters received are simply praising their city lords.

"I'm a human being. I always thought that AIs were cold machines, but I didn't expect that the AIs in Lost City are not. They have thoughts but never harm others. They use meager strength to maintain the peace of this paradise. This is all thanks to you, I am very happy to live here, thank you City Lord."

"When I mentioned Lost City before, it was said to be a dead city, but in fact, I want to say that this place is really much better. There is no intrigue in Baicheng, and it is full of sunshine every day. Thanks to the owner of the city for building such a beautiful city five years ago. Territory."

"City Lord, I like you very much, can you marry me?"

"?" Cheng Beimo closed the envelope, what's going on, he didn't want this kind of result.

When he was sent to Lost City by Ling Zhengxuan five years ago, he didn't know how to live or die at that time. He just relied on the remaining sliver of desire to survive to pull this dead city back. Lost City was his refuge, when did it become someone else's? Dreamland.

Apparently the city lord's weak emotions couldn't comprehend others' earnest thanks.

He couldn't finish reading these letters in one day, so Cheng Beimo decided to go back before noon.

The sun was shining, and the inconspicuous but strong bracelet on the wrist, so obvious, the softest but toughest rattan, closely connected the two people.

An Ziming, who has already served as the team leader of the interstellar team, returned to this lost city, as if he was still the boy half a year ago, who had never grown up, "Jiuji, save me, save me!"

Pei Jiuji leaned against Cheng Beimo's arms with his mobile phone, and was yelling, "Brothers, come on!"

This round of team battle was won, and the five of them went straight to the middle to win the game.

Although Baozi didn't start the live broadcast today, he was recommended to watch the battle by the Great God, but it was rebroadcasted. Not many people saw this live broadcast, but there were a few familiar IDs.

The military adviser is me: Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!

——He has swiped it more than 100 times today.

——What happened to the military division today?

I'm the military adviser: If you lose a bun, I'll fuck you!

——Did something happen between Baozi and him?

——I don’t know, Military Division is an old fan of Baozi who has been there since the first live broadcast, and has always been famous for his calm analysis of the battle situation.

[Dropped a flower roll: Hey, today is so lively.

I am the military advisor: gun]

The five of them just watched the time, so they played a game. When the game was over, An Ziming found that they were lucky enough to be on TV. "What's the matter with this military adviser?"

Pei Jiuji made up his mind. If he guessed correctly, this is... Fu Changping.

Fu Changping, while hating Pei Jiuji, knocked off a steamed stuffed bun happily. At first, it seemed to be safe and sound, until one day, he didn't hate his bamboo horse anymore, so he knocked on his CP even more happily. As a result, he happily bought CP that day Fan Wenwen, found out that his male god is his bamboo horse, his uncle's!

Now, Fu Changping hated Pei Jiuji again.

An Ziming still has a question. After all, he has been away from them for too long, and he doesn't quite understand many things. For example, "What happened to Hanamaki and the military division?"

Someone said, "If you read your good friend's fanfiction written by your good friend's sister, what would you do?"

"That's really, it's his uncle's fault." An Ziming said, "By the way, Hanamaki's article is over, have you read it?"

Didn't the kid understand it at all!

Speaking of losing a bun, even if An Ziming knew that he was Pei Jiuji, when he was separated from the screen, he always felt that there was still a distance between fans and idols. A feeling that the person in front of him is really him.

And Pei Jiuji really doesn't have any airs, he can stand on the top of a mountain with one enemy ten thousand, or he can join the torrent and fight with them.

Maybe that's why there is a power in him that no one can resist.

An Ziming said, "You haven't played Dragon Core much recently."

"..." After saying this, Pei Jiuji changed his lying position from the arms of his boyfriend behind him, "I don't like it anymore."

There was a noticeable pause from the people behind him.

An Ziming said, "Then you must not know that Dragoncore has launched a new mode."

Pei Jiuji seemed to regain some energy, "What mode?"

"It's the holographic particle mode." An Ziming said, "It's very strange."

Pei Jiuji put down his phone and looked up, "It's really strange."

As he spoke, he went to the official website to read the introduction of the new mode. This game has always been popular in completely simulating the earth's environment. Most of the weapons that have existed in reality before have also appeared in the game. They are just holographic particles, and this reality cannot be studied thoroughly. It should be difficult to fully simulate things in the game.

Pei Jiuji, who no longer wanted to play the game, closed the official website. He didn't know that the system in the game had already sent dozens of emails to him.

The background programmer reported to the above, "This ID that dropped a steamed stuffed bun is too strange, and it is deeply hidden. We tried for three days and failed to overcome it."

After 10 minutes, a short boy was sent down from above.

The programmer took a look and didn't quite believe it. How could this contemptuous kid who didn't look like he graduated could help them.

However, after 5 minutes, Li Jiang's eyes suddenly shone with light, "I've seen this program before, it was written by that Yunqin, if I'm not wrong, a bun is dropped..."

......

Pei Jiuji suddenly felt a chill in his body, and Cheng Beimo, who asked him to lean against him while he was watching the revision of the Lost City law sent by Carlos for his review some time ago, quietly stretched out his arm and wrapped him tightly.

This action is used to it like it has always been.

Although Pei Jiuji used to lean on Cheng Beimo as a pillow before, but now leaning against Cheng Beimo is weird, I can't tell the specifics, now the two of them are still in the same posture, but there are many different things in their eyes.

In particular, the two of them had the same ginkgo wood bracelet with a section of red thread attached, which was a bit childish and completely inconsistent with Cheng Beimo's indifferent temperament, but when they were together, they felt that this bracelet was a perfect match.

Suddenly, Pei Jiuji was leaning on Cheng Beimo's body, and his stomach groaned extremely loudly.

It was only eleven o'clock when Cheng Beimo came back, and he was really hungry when he played until twelve o'clock. An Ziming said, "Otherwise, let's order takeaway! Eh? Wait...?"

An Ziming just watched helplessly as he was thrown out by Cheng Beimo, and by the way, the other two also suffered.

An Ziming who was thrown out blinked, "You said he is the city lord? Is he a specially hired top teacher of your Baicheng College?"

Nodding his head, An Ziming said, "Then are you sure that his program from half a year ago has been cleared?"

This is definitely not because of the procedures half a year ago, but because Cheng Beimo was originally a jealous, cheapskate, and his mind is narrower than the cracks in the earth when he cares about big things.

These three people have been arguing for so long, why are they still eating at home.

Pei Jiuji looked at him and laughed, "It's not easy for someone to be a guest, you are too unreasonable."

People who were said to be unreasonable said, "I have decided, I want to cook ground pot chicken."

"What?"

I don't know where Cheng Beimo came up with a pot cavity hundreds of years ago. He secretly hoarded a pile of dry firewood behind Pei Jiuji's back. He was 20 years old, but he was living a 60-year-old life.

Since Cheng Beimo had vowed that he would cook ground pot chicken, Pei Jiuji squatted beside him to light the fire, "I really want to sing now."

Cheng Beimo, "What?"

"Look at the flying dust, falling~"

"It sounds good."

"Didn't you spot your haystack, and it's almost over? How free."

It was only then that Cheng Beimo realized that the stack of hay he had just pumped was almost gone by the evil wind of the Lost City. He hurried to pick it up. Pei Jiuji was on fire, and found that something was wrong, "Cheng Beimo! Your ground chicken is almost mushy!"

"It's okay, it's fine if it doesn't explode."

"?"

So Pei Jiuji picked up a shovel and turned the pot for him. The fire was so hot that a drop of sweat ran down his cheeks. Pei Jiuji grabbed the lid of the pot with one hand and the shovel with the other, and rubbed his face on his sleeve indiscriminately.

When Cheng Beimo picked up the firewood,

"I made a decision."

"What did you decide again!"

"Otherwise, let's do it, the first ground pot chicken conference in Lost City."

"What?"

The author has something to say: I found one thing. Others say to write about daily life, but daily life is really rich and colorful. When I write daily life, I really just get up, wash my face, eat and continue to sleep/cover my face

(Then picked up the guy and went to fight, whispering)